John Keats

Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison - Poem by John Keats

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What though, for showing truth to flattered state,Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he,In his immortal spirit, been as freeAs the sky-searching lark, and as elate.Minion of grandeur! think you he did wait?Think you he nought but prison-walls did see,Till, so unwilling, thou unturnedst the key?Ah, no! far happier, nobler was his fate!In Spenser's halls he strayed, and bowers fair,Culling enchanted flowers; and he flewWith daring Milton through the fields of air:To regions of his own his genius trueTook happy flights. Who shall his fame impairWhen thou art dead, and all thy wretched crew?